Walking the Earth in a fervent haze; my days a leaf upon a stream. Secrets lie in the trees, I say and we the stackers, the order obsessed, we try to make dams. Those whom strive are damned. But don't you want to achieve? she asks, don't you have goals? And I ruminated on this for a moment until a squirrel all bushy-tailed and prettily hectic dashed from tree to tree, his tiny claws grasping the secrets and I felt the wind as it used the rustle of leaves as lips, with the light dripping through so prettily, and hectically my mind dashed back from the trees and it's claws grasped the secrets. Well, yea, of course, I whispered in a rustle of my guarded lips. Just then a leaf slipped through a dam.

--thought it was time to write again :)

Costa Rica...I'm in a tropical paradise surfing for a month or two...this
place sings of shirtless heat and reggae beats with caballero's on quads
zooming by yelling, ''mary wanna? pura vida!"...dirt roads, poisonous dart frogs,
spiders, snakes, and waves making wakes that shake the ground on dark sand
beaches...today I spent floating down narrow pathway currents into
estuaries past tabletop looking trees, leaning, stretching over the
waterways...all green, all glowing, all verdant and fecund, all a lovely flowing and flowering of
colors which only tropical environs can give...yesterday howler monkeys
were hollering from the trees at my tiny pothole hopping taxi, and
afterward, near noches, I smoked on the beach some green that made my head
howl and was serenaded by a band of dark musicians, strumming their songs
on beat old guitaras, whilst I sipped my local cervesa...Beautiful! Lovely!
Holy land of the Hispanic! I'm a gringo growing into the dirt
roads...everything is cheap and priceless! We bounce in the car with trampoline asses and laugh at the jungle like hyenas...yesterday I caught the wave of my life, towering ten foot water wall, on my body board with flipper feet and whoosh the sea spray on my face...riding brine in love as the palm tree shore turns the curl emerald...down the slide, my hand gripping the outside rail and a turn sends me topside, flipping off the lip and back down racing full speed with thunder growling at my feet...don´t look back, the crash is over a story tall and all you can think is fly...alive and playful and mad is the sea; I´ve been battered by Neptune blue a few times but the once he lets you fly, Aw the fucker is a God! We´ve turned our tongues spanish; there is no other song here...how fun to tongue tie your mind, to let go, to let the world speak to you in foreign languages, to let your narrator go over the falls and wipeout ground up in coral, to let Gods exist, to be free to be free, ah ha--is there a better sound to pass your lips than laughter, laughter from the core of the earth? listen to it crash into your ears! ah hahahahaha!